This is a song about "Bobby the rapist"

That's what ricky bobby said

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Like the rapist, who fucked your mom when he laced it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

White with a badge or anyone

The bigger the the fun

With a flip of the tongue ima rapist face it watch you bitches run

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I'm more insane than a rapist, or a stateless racist

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

What it will take, i'm a rapist/

This is roc nation and i'm not patient